Jiang Yinglong's face showed self-deprecation, his voice full of regret. He looked at Xiahou Zhang, who was kneeling beside him, sobbing uncontrollably, and gently petted his head, speaking with guilt, "Zhang'er, as your master, I am not as capable as your father and can only leave this mess in your hands. The current situation is difficult, so be careful in everything. Having lost the chance for domination, accept your fate, and find a good way out for the Xiahou Family and for my Jiang Family."
"Although you don't say it, I know that like Fan'er, you also harbor resentment against the Three Towns. But now is not the time for impetuous actions. The lives of over six hundred thousand in the Town depend solely on you; do you understand?"
